୨୧ something about her ୨୧

a voice like caramel, clouding your ears. your brain is mush, so stuffed with cotton you barely hear it, too distracted by the wet, warm muscle of his tongue— the warmth of his body, his hands, careful not to crush you as he keeps you pushed against the couch. groaning into your mouth.

needy. 

such a rare treat, for him to let you see it.

a weak, breathy whimper bubbles up your throat, spills into his own, his tongue gliding against yours and ghosting at the back of your teeth. he tastes like mint. it's a chain reaction, the moan that follows— your meek response only fuelling the depth of what he must be feeling. the closeness he's craving. even though you're already chest to chest, heartbeat kissing heartbeat, beating in rapid, thumping tune.

with the way he keeps trying to pull you closer, you'd think he wants you to slip between his ribs. keep his heart warm.

"god, i love you so much. god…"

suguru's voice is silicone, honeyed tongues and teeth, but now the rasp at the throat of it is all you can hear. your senses are overwhelmed, wrapped up in notes of burning, mellow amber; his warmth flowing into your body and keeping all coherent thoughts away from your brain. no thinking, only him. your big, gentle boyfriend, kissing you with enough reverence to pluck pearls from the bottom of a seabed. keeping his knee in between your thighs, his big palm at the back of your neck. to make sure you can't run from the love that he's giving you.

(not that you'd ever want to.)

love you, you try to echo, ultimately sputtering on something like a mewl. suguru only pulls away to whisper praise against your lips, then he's back to waltzing with your tongue. he isn't fast— isn't rough— only intense, in the gentlest of ways. lukewarm waters lapping at the skin of your ankles, dragging you into the sea. you're being coaxed underwater, having trouble keeping up with the slow, deep rhythm he's set, his tongue in no rush to explore your mouth. you're having trouble remembering the first letter of your name.

your response only makes him hold you closer. there's no space between your bodies, nowhere further for you to go, but he's desperate enough that he's trying, pulling you up into his lap and wrapping both his beefy arms around your waist. mwah, mwah, two sloppy pecks against your spit-swollen lips, before he pries them open again. you feel a little like you're dying. like you already died, and went to heaven.

suguru must have wanted this all day. must have been waiting. it must have been a struggle just to help you get your shoes off, to close the door behind you before swallowing you whole. squeezing your body like a fidget toy— though the way he handles you couldn't be farther from it. he just wants to feel you. feel your flesh, and bones, and heartbeat, your tongue down his throat.

your boyfriend wants you to eat him alive.

(before he does the same to you.)

big, warm palms settle at your ass, and you know he's hanging on by a thread because he actually squeezes down, feels the fat fill the gaps between his gentle fingers and robs more air from your lungs before giving it back— heavy, bated breaths shared between the two of you. a gasp pushes past your lips, and he drinks it down. like freshwater, like cherry-red wine, lapping up the last drops at the bottom of the glass. a man intoxicated. drunk on you, his fingers sneaking under the fabric of your shirt to feel your blood beat and rush under his palms. ba-dump, ba-dump. he feels, listens, rubs circles into your hip. you hold onto his shoulders, dig your nails into the fabric of his skin-tight sweater, feeling so doused in heat you fear your nerves will catch on fire.

heat at your neck, at your cheeks, in between your thighs. he licks into your mouth, flames at your teeth.

as a child, your mother told you the sun was a lion playing catch with the stars. 

(you used to wonder what it would feel like to be eaten by it.)

suguru's kisses are always intense— he's always intense— but it's not often you see him this visibly bothered. he keeps tugging you closer, closer still, little rocks against you, like he can't stomach the thought of you being anywhere else. his rhythm is getting sloppy, and your breaths are getting more sparse, bodies melting together like gum on a hot, scorching sidewalk in the precipice of summer—

chew, and spit. you can't think of anything else. nibbling at his bottom lip just to stay afloat. so dizzy you think you can see stars at the corners of your vision, and all you want is to reach up and cup them in your palms, to stare at them forever.

fortunately, suguru knows your body. 

a deep, steadying breath breaks the kiss. he manages to pull away, his fingers shaky, deft thumbs rubbing circles into the skin of your thighs.

"s-suguru."

"sorry,” he exhales. his lips are swollen, slick and puffy, eyes so lidded you wonder if he's really there. if he actually got drunk on your spit. they're hazy, so dark you feel that you're staring into a deep, deep sea, sinking helplessly towards the bottom. "i don't think… i can control myself, right now."

(you aren't doing much better. droopy-eyed, lips thoroughly abused, drool seeping out from the corner of your mouth— his or yours, you couldn't say. a swipe of your tongue, and it's gone.

suguru inhales, shakily.)

too tired to speak, you lift your hands to cup his cheeks. they're rosy, cherry blossoms in the breeze, the fuzzy skin of sun-warmed peaches. hot, under your touch. when you smooth your fingertips against them his eyes flutter shut. 

a blissed out sigh flows from his parted lips.

"i think i'd die if i couldn't love you." the words are spoken with bated breath, as if he couldn't keep them lodged inside his throat; couldn't even try. when he opens his eyes again they shimmer like sheets of glass, leaves wet with morning dew. 

you don't think he's exaggerating.

"… c'mere," he sighs, running out of patience. "you're too far."

this time, he's more careful. beginning to feel sated, maybe.

one palm on the back of your head, the other on the small of your back. heavy, radiating heat, pouring from the tips of his fingers through the fabric of your shirt, your thighs wrapping themselves around his waist to offer him the same. arms around his neck. he hums into your mouth, appreciative. his tongue glides against the seam of your lips, until you part them for him; letting him kiss you how he likes.

slow, and steady. breathing you in, and out.

(like this, you feel less like two people and more like one construct. a mechanism. inhale, exhale, your chests rising and falling, the way dandelion seeds float up into the sky, the way pebbles sink and sink until they hit the bottom of the sea. 

you think you understand him, a little more than usual. you think you'd drop dead, too, if someone were to pry your limbs apart.)

"i love you," you say, rasping against his lips. 

Kafka's kiss stole your breath and left you dizzy against her body as her tongue caressed yours mercilessly. She always had the talent to kiss you as if she knew better than you just how badly you wanted her - tongue teasing until you parted your lips and gave way to let her consume you wholly. All while her perfume clung to your skin, just faintly, yet intoxicating, and even though you'd lost count of how many times you'd found yourself under her spell, it never stopped feeling like surrender.

She had you straddling her lap on the couch, your thighs spread wide around her hips as her hands rested on your waist like holding you in place was effortless. The room was dimly lit with just the big lamp in the corner furthest away from you two glowing with a gentle light. The silence was only broken by the sound of your breath hitching every time she tilted her head or dragged your panty-clad core against her own.

You leaned into her, too caught up in the rhythm to notice how your knees slowly slid from the cushions until your balance faltered. You slid off the couch with a graceless yelp, and Kafka did nothing to stop you from falling clumsily to your knees - she guided you instead, her hand tangling in your hair and pulling you closer until you were kneeling between her parted thighs.

The couch dipped under her weight when her legs spread further to invite you closer, her panties long discarded. You barely had the time to admire her before the fingers that were curled in your hair tugged you closer until you were flush against her core.

"Mhm, that's right, baby girl," she mumbled with a voice smooth as velvet that carried a hint of danger as usual. Her thighs hooked over your shoulders to cage you in, her scent swirling around you and drawing you in further. "You always look so pretty down there, don't you think?"

You wanted to open your mouth in protest, but all that came out was a half mumbled word lost against her folds, making her laugh softly as if your struggle amused her. Her grip on your hair tightened, which made you whimper as she coaxed you closer. You knew that resistance was useless, but every nerve in your body was burning to please and obey her.

Your tongue slipped out of your mouth to glide from her entrance up to her clit in a gentle lick, gathering her arousal on the tip of your tongue to taste it as it melted over your tastebuds like the sweetest thing you've ever tasted. Despite her thigh muffling the sound, you heard how her breath caught the moment your tongue swirled around her bundle of nerves for the first time, and it made your chest tighten with satisfaction.

The sound of the door creaking open pulled you out of the haze her cunt provided, and your body stiffened in an instant. You tried to pull back, but her iron grip prevented you from doing so, only pressing your face against the wet heat of her cunt once again, as if that would shield you from the intruder.

Blade stood in the doorway; you could tell by the sound of his boots against the floor. A part of you relaxed, knowing that it's him, but another part wanted to bury itself in the ground out of embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position. Kafka knew by the flicker in his eyes that whatever brought him here was already long forgotten the moment he laid eyes on no other than you. His gaze had locked onto the sight in front of him - you, half naked and kneeling between Kafka's thighs with your tongue lapping greedily at her folds. The swell of your ass was beautifully exposed, your panties doing very little to hide anything.

Kafka lifted her head up from the backrest and looked at the man in the doorway, the faintest smirk curving her mouth. Her voice broke the awkward silence, sounding sweet as honey.

"Well, isn't this a surprise?" She leaned back again and arched against the cushions as you continued pleasing her, a muffled moan vibrating against her folds. "Why don't you join us? I'm sure our pretty princess here wouldn't mind~"

As much as you wanted to lift your head and say something instead of just melting beneath her touch and the intoxicating taste of her cunt, you couldn't. Kafka rolled her hips once in subtle encouragement to keep going as she held you in place. The wet sound of your tongue pleasing her seemed to fill the room, and you wanted to be swallowed whole by the ground rather than face Blade's unreadable stare. All you did was nod, almost too eager.

Kafka chuckled softly when she felt how you nodded against her, agreeing that Blade should join in. Of course she knew of the mutual pining between you two - so this situation was more than perfect. "See? She wants you to join too." Her nails dragged against your scalp gently, keeping you right where she needed you while denying you even the option of shame. "Be a dear and take her panties off, will you?" She instructed Blade, who hesitated to step any closer.

The silence after that stretched for just a moment longer before you heard him move closer. The thud of his boots against the floor. The rustling of fabric as he knelt behind you. After that, all you heard was your own heartbeat racing in your chest.

Rough fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties before he tugged them down slowly until the damp strip of fabric slid along your thighs and pooled around your knees. His breath ghosted over the curve of your spine as if he couldn't help but lean in closer. You trembled against Kafska's pussy, tongue pressing harder against her clit when she kept you firm in place.

"She's already dripping~" She purred as her eyes fixed lazily onto Blades. "Don't waste your time with her. She always comes untouched when she's down there. She loves it." The words scorched through you in humiliation, yet they were true. You whimpered against her, torn between protest and need, while she sighed satisfied.

"Go on, she's ready for you," she coaxed, almost commanding him to do something.

Blade lingered behind you, his breath shallow as he tried to fight the gravity that Kafka had so carelessly tipped in your direction. Even you could feel the weight of his hesitation, a conflict within himself - but the press of his presence against your back betrayed just how easily she unraveled his restraint. Her fingers tightened in your hair as she guided your head lower until your tongue slid into her entrance, arousal coating your tongue and running down all the way to your chin. She let out a low hum that sounded almost like a purr before her head leaned back against the backrest where it lay before Blade had walked in on you two. It seemed like she had orchestrated this moment long before either of you had known it was possible.

His hands moved with such care that you hadn't expected from him, slow and gentle as they held onto your hips. The contrast made your stomach twist - the touch of calluses scraping against your skin with unspoken hunger, yet you could feel them trembling with restraint, betraying just how badly he wanted to lose himself in you. Kafka's gaze was fixed on him like a predator's glare, and her voice cut the silence once more. "Don't toy with her, just take from her what you need. She'll come for me anyways, she always does."

You gasped into her folds when you felt him move around you, the sound of his belt getting opened sounded ten times louder than it actually was, and then you felt how his cock pressed against the bare curve of your ass, just resting there, thick and heavy. Blade remained like that only long enough for you to feel the shudder that spread through his body as the last shred of hesitation eased away. When he lined himself up with your dripping wet pussy, his breath hitched before his jaw tensed tightly. The stretch was sudden, almost brutal, despite how slowly he inserted himself as your body gave way inch by inch while he sank into you, filling you until your knees pressed hard into the cold floor for balance. Your moan was muffled by her slick folds and she rewarded you by grinding herself against your mouth, her plush thighs clenching tightly around your head to cage you in.

Blade wanted to be slow and gentle with you, the gods know you deserved it, but he was driven by a need that had clearly festered too long within. Each thrust drove you harder against Kafka's body, your movements messy as her juices smeared across your cheeks and chin before suckling on her clit. She exhaled sharply, a moan forming in her chest as she looked down at you with that ever-present smirk.

"Look at you, pinned between us, dripping like you were made for this." She hummed and caressed your hair rather than pulling on it like before. "Aren't you just perfect, baby girl?"

You couldn't even think straight anymore, wanting to answer her, but the attempt dissolved into a muffled cry against her cunt, the vibration only making her purr in pleasure. Blades' grip on your hips tightened upon watching the interaction, and you could feel the bruises form on your skin. He kept pounding into you with reckless abandon, driving himself deeper as if he was trying to carve his despair into your body. He should have said something, perhaps praised you for taking him so well, but his silence remained deafening. All you could feel was his breath that fell against your back or how he let out the smallest grunt whenever your walls clenched around him a little too tight.

Kafka tilted her head back once more, lashes lowering as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasure your tongue provided. Every movement of your tongue was dictated by the relentless thrusts that shoved you into her, and she seemed to enjoy your helplessness.

"That's it," her voice sounded like velvet despite her thighs squeezing your ears almost shut. "Don't stop now, Bladie. She'll come any second now." She encouraged Blade to keep going despite being close himself from how tight you wrapped around him.

Her words made you clench around him, wanting to prove right and wrong all at once, but your body betrayed you. Your walls fluttered around him, a telltale sign of your approaching orgasm. Blade's thrusts stuttered for a moment before his forehead pressed against your spine briefly, making Kafka laugh with amusement. She gripped your hair nicely again to keep you in place as she humped your tongue now, grinding her clit against it until her slick dripped down your chin. "Good girl, now let him feel how much you love this," she whispered.

Her arousal gushed out of her, coating the lower half of your face as she came from how she ground her clit against your eager tongue over and over again. She moaned satisfied while her thighs kept you in place, clamping tightly around your head again as she rode out her orgasm. This broke you entirely. Your own orgasm tore through you like a fire, just as she had promised. Your cunt was clenching violently around Blade to milk him for all he's worth, as your own arousal dripped down your thighs now.

Blade's rhythm grew almost violent now as if he was trying to fight something within himself, but even at his most desperate, he didn't want to let go of control completely. You could feel him twitch inside of you as his body slumped over your back, his breath rough against your skin when you squeezed him again in messy aftershocks. Just before he came, he pulled out with a ragged curse. The sudden lack of his cock stretching you made you whine against Kafka's thigh. Before you could move, one hand returned to keep your ass propped up the way it was, as the other fisted around his cock, stroking once, twice, before he came across the globes of your ass and lower back. The sound he made when he came was low and sounded pained, as if he wasn't sure if this is what he deserved.

Kafka stroked your hair out of your face and tilted your head up to meet your glassy, tear-streaked eyes. "See, exactly as I said," She hummed and brushed a thumb across your cheekbone before letting you rest against her thigh for just a moment longer.

Once you caught your breath, she moved you almost carelessly, rising up from the couch with grace as if she didn't just ruin you entirely in the best way possible. With a dismissive glance towards Blade, she nodded towards your still shaking body. "Help her clean up, won't you? You made a mess on her." And then she was gone, the sway of her hips vanishing through the bathroom door.

For a long moment the room was silent except for the harsh sound of your breaths mingling. You were slumped onto the floor now, your body trembling and your skin slick with sweat and his cum coating your back. Blade stayed where he was, crouched behind your body, his chest heaving with breaths that only now started to even out. His hands hovered over your body before they touched you gently, the weight of what just happened resting heavy on his mind, mingled with the fear of breaking you any further.

"Let's get you off the floor," he mumbled and slid an arm around you to lift you against his chest with surprising ease. You let yourself lean into him, too spent to resist him, and your head fell against his shoulder as he carried you the short distance to the couch. He lowered you gently onto the cushions, making sure that you were steady enough to sit upright as he reached for a discarded shirt on the floor to wipe his release from your back. The fabric might have been rough, but he treated you with utmost care, every touch delicate to not disturb your trembling body even more.

Once he was done, he pulled a blanket over you and tucked the sides in lightly around your sides. Instead of running off to shower, he stood there for a moment, simply staring at you while he tried to find the right words to say, and his hands flexed restlessly at his sides.

"I can stay," he mumbled somewhat bluntly, although his eyes avoided your gaze almost instantly after the words had left his mouth. "If that's what you want... of course."